In fact, after the information is refreshed, they always want to attack me!

There are 50 minutes left before Masumi Kamuro arrives.

This will be the first girl to officially visit his room—the last time, Karuizawa Ena, was a complete surprise visit and doesn't really count.

The room wasn't exactly messy, but it was excessively empty.

Aside from the furniture provided by the school, he had very few personal items: a laptop on his desk and a water heater next to it.

"It's still too rudimentary..." Shimizu Akira stroked his chin and looked around.

He can't cook and doesn't even have the most basic kitchen utensils.

Several cases of bottled water were piled up in the corner, and next to the neatly hung school uniforms in the wardrobe, only two sets of casual clothes were hanging sparsely.

In fact, this is almost identical to his single dormitory room when he was a member of society in his previous life.

He rolled up his sleeves and began tidying up: the wrinkled sheets were straightened and the scattered stationery was put into the drawer.

As he put the trash on the ground into a garbage bag, he took out his phone from his bag, glanced at it, and saw that it was already 6:40.

"Oh right, we also need to investigate Shiina Hiyori's background in Class C." Shimizu Akira suddenly slapped his forehead, only then remembering this important matter.

Now that the other party has begun investigating last month's "rental surveillance" incident as a "detective," he, as the person involved, must find a way to prevent the truth from coming to light.

Although the two did meet briefly at the library last month, it was just a chance encounter.

Their conversation didn't exceed ten sentences in total, yet the girl left a deep impression on him.

Hiyori Shiina gives the impression of a literary girl who stepped out of a literary work, exuding a rare Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) temperament in modern Japan.

She was gentle and kind, as evidenced by the very reason they met—it was she who kindly reminded him that he had chosen the wrong book.

She must be a very intelligent girl.

After all, someone who can consistently come to the library to immerse themselves in reading must be quite intelligent.

(Speaking of which, the other person's personality doesn't seem like the type to proactively investigate this kind of thing. Could it really be that Long Yuanxiang instructed them?)

(I wonder how far their investigation has progressed?)

Chapter 98: 096 Kamuro Masumi: Who wants hot cocoa? I want iced cola!

Akira Shimizu splashed cold water on his face.

Just as he turned off the tap, he heard the long-awaited knock on the door.

He walked towards the door.

As the door opened, Masumi Kamuro stood there with her arms crossed, her displeasure almost palpable.

"Please come in, Kamuro-kun." Shimizu Akira calmly stepped aside to make way, deliberately avoiding her aggressive gaze.

"You can sit..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kamuro Masumi strode into the room and sat down on his bed without any ceremony.

She straightened her back, hands supporting her at her sides. "So, you don't have anything to say to me, Akira Shimizu?"

Akira Shimizu sat up straight in the chair at his desk and said sincerely, "About what happened at the start of the semester, it was indeed my fault. I shouldn't have used you as a gamble, and I shouldn't have hidden the truth afterward. I should have taken the initiative to explain things to you."

"..." Masumi Kamuro's tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

Her purpose in coming here was simply to see what kind of attitude Shimizu Akira really held.

In retrospect, at least his attitude in admitting his mistake was sincere.

Actually, this shouldn't be blamed on Shimizu Akira. She's not stupid; she could guess with a little thought that it was probably Sakayanagi Arisu's bad idea.

Of course, Shimizu Akira was also wrong to agree. If we're really going to talk about faults, Sakayanagi Arisu should be punished with sixty strokes of the cane, while Shimizu Akira should be punished with forty.

However, Shimizu Akira did buy the beer after all—preventing her from stealing it and ultimately giving it to her.

From this perspective, it can barely offset half of his mistakes.

But he still had to be given twenty strokes of the cane.

But what bothered her most was not just being the stake in the bet itself, but also the fact that the other party kept her in the dark.

This feeling of being excluded infuriated her more than any bet.

However, looking at the boy in front of her who was bowing his head and admitting his mistake, and at the tidy room that had obviously been specially cleaned, the anger in her chest unconsciously dissipated by more than half.

"Would you like some hot cocoa? The water's already boiled, it'll be ready soon, just wait a moment," Shimizu Akira asked casually, turning to make the hot drink for the other person.

"Okay!" she answered subconsciously, then suddenly realized something, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at the other person's back.

(Wait! How did he know I like hot cocoa?)

(This guy, did he already know what I like to drink?!)

When Masumi Kamuro arrived, she was absolutely furious!

If anger could be quantified, her anger level at that time would definitely have exceeded 90.

If Shimizu Akira had dared to say the wrong thing, she would have already given him a flying kick—the black stockings she wore today weren't just for show; she had to leave a few footprints on this bastard to vent her anger.

Strangely, ever since she stepped into the room, her anger deflated little by little, like a punctured balloon.

That sincere apology instantly halved her anger level, dropping it from 90 to 45.

When the words "hot cocoa" came out of Shimizu Akira's mouth, she clearly felt 10 points of anger in her heart "poof" out.

Now, she can't even unleash her most basic first skill, let alone use her ultimate move.

This feeling of being completely controlled by the other party made her very unhappy.

(Damn it... how did I end up being led astray without even realizing it?)

Kamuro Masumi suddenly realized this, and alarm bells immediately went off.

She has always been the one in control; when did it become someone else's turn to dominate the situation?

"Who wants hot cocoa!" she suddenly raised her voice, deliberately contradicting herself, "I want iced cola! The kind with ice!"

Surprisingly, Akira Shimizu didn't even flinch.

He casually picked up his coat, his tone calm: "Iced Coke, right? I'll go buy it now. Is there anything else you'd like to eat? Bring it back with you."

This effortless attitude, ironically, made Kamuro Masumi feel powerless, as if she were punching cotton.

She opened her mouth, but suddenly didn't know how to respond.

Just as Shimizu Akira's left foot was about to step across the threshold, Kamuro Masumi finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"...Never mind!" She turned her face away, her voice tinged with reluctance. "I'm dying of thirst right now, I'll just have to make do."

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

(But hot cocoa is my favorite drink.)

This information was revealed to him in the "Daily Intelligence" one day last month.

To his surprise, he had expected that this arrogant man would deliberately make things difficult for him, making him run the errands two or three times. However, he did not expect that he would not even let him run the first errand.

(As expected, Kamuro is actually a very gentle person.)

He skillfully brewed the hot cocoa and moved the small coffee table between the two of them.

As he handed the cup over, he couldn't help but gaze at the other person with a strange smile.

Masumi Kamuro felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at.

She took a quick sip, then slammed the cup down with a bang, her eyes suddenly sharpening.

"Shimizu Akira, what are you staring at me for!" she snapped, stretching out her hand. "Put your arm out!"

"Okay." Akira Shimizu obediently extended his right arm.

Kamuro Masumi grabbed his forearm, pinched a piece of flesh between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted it with all her might—but it was like pinching a hard wooden board, and she couldn't pinch it at all!

(Is this guy's arm made of iron?!)

She was shocked to discover that the muscles under her fingertips were more solid than she had imagined; she could feel how hard he was even through her school uniform.

(What a muscle-bound idiot! No wonder he was assigned to Class D!)

Although the punitive action failed, the spirit couldn't be broken. "This is what happens when you offend me, understand?"

"Understood, understood!" Shimizu Akira nodded, unable to suppress a smile.

What kind of punishment is this? It's more like... this is just her being affectionate.

Kamuro Masumi rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly threw out a very serious question: "About being assigned to Class D...don't you have anything to say? You must have been scolded by the homeroom teacher today, right?"

She remembered clearly that in the message she sent to Shimizu Akira last month, he, like Sakayanagi Arisu, had long known about the rules that the school had deliberately concealed.

(With his abilities... how did he end up in Class D? By the way, he told me last time that he did terribly on the test, could it be that he had an upset stomach that day?)

From observing him these past few days, I've found that Akira Shimizu is exceptionally intelligent in both IQ and EQ, unlike the rabble in Class D.

"I don't have any particular thoughts," Shimizu Akira replied calmly.

"Hey!" Kamuro Masumi slammed her cup down, the bottom of it clanging against the coffee table. "Don't you dare associate with those good-for-nothings from Class D! You should put in the effort when it's time to work hard."

But as soon as she said it, she suddenly realized something.

If the school had discovered my theft, would I have been thrown into Class D?

Chapter 99: 097 Don't Tempt Me! Kamuro-kun

"Don't be anxious." Shimizu Akira realized that Kamuro Masumi was actually more anxious than she was about being assigned to Class D.

Today is May 1st, and I guess the other party's homeroom teacher also emphasized the hierarchical system of the four classes.

Especially the fact that only Class A can enjoy most of the school's resources—direct admission to the University of Tokyo upon graduation—is enough to make people envious.

In comparison, the other three classes were practically abandoned.

"If you try your best but get no reward, you might as well not try at all." Shimizu Akira bluntly said what was on his mind. "Those guys in our class who just get ahead by doing nothing, and I'm supposed to carry them all up to Class A—just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted."

"Idiot! Do you think I don't know?" Kamuro Masumi rolled her eyes. "You're talking about that Yamauchi guy, right? He's disgusting! Even our Class A knows his bad reputation! You rabble from Class D think you can get promoted to Class A? Dream on! Our Class A won't give you any chance!"

Akira Shimizu was slightly taken aback.

How did Yamanouchi's bad reputation even reach Class A?

However, Masumi Kamuro clearly underestimated Class D.

If we disregard those few who dragged the team down, Class D's strength is actually quite considerable, and they are fully qualified to compete with Classes A and B.

"You're really stupid!" Kamuro Masumi looked at him with disdain and suddenly kicked the table in the middle away.

Her toes, encased in black stockings, lightly brushed against Shimizu Akira's calf, carrying a faint warmth. "The effort I'm talking about is accumulating personal points! Once you've accumulated 2000 million... you can transfer classes, right? Don't you understand?"

It was only then that Shimizu Akira noticed that Kamuro Masumi had taken off her shoes at some point, and her long legs were casually draped over the edge of his bed.

What's even more outrageous is that touch just now—

Although it didn't hurt, it made his heart inexplicably itchy.

After all, he was just a hot-blooded sixteen-year-old high school student.

Was this person unintentional or did it on purpose?

He forced himself to look away, trying to bring his attention back to the point. "Wait! How did you know about this?"

"Of course the homeroom teacher said so! It was announced in class meeting today!" Masumi Kamuro said incredulously. "You mean... your class didn't even know that?"

"The homeroom teacher?!" Shimizu Akira was immediately taken aback.

It was actually the homeroom teacher who said it?

Wait a minute—why didn't Chabashira Sae from Class D mention anything?!

"Did you find out by asking, or..." he pressed.

"Of course they told us on their own initiative!" Kamuro Masumi interrupted him again with a look of disgust, lightly kicking his thigh with the toe of her right foot. "We are the top students in Class A, the best class to begin with. Why would we suddenly ask about the conditions for transferring? How stupid!"

"Kamuro-kun, let's talk, but can you please stop kicking me?" Shimizu Akira finally couldn't take it anymore. "I know you didn't mean it, but if this keeps up, I can't stand it."

You know, Kamuro Masumi is already pretty, and now she's sitting on his bed with delicate black stockings on her thighs, gently kicking him twice with her toes. It doesn't hurt, but it makes my heart itch.

Anyone would probably think this was a deliberate temptation, right?

But the other party is Masumi Kamuro, so she probably didn't mean it that way at all.

But Shimizu Akira simply couldn't resist—tell me, which hot-blooded high school boy could resist such temptation?

“…You bastard!” Kamuro Masumi’s expression changed instantly, and her earlobes turned slightly red.